Chapter 1137: Best

Chapter 1137: Best

In the end, Camille heeded Sienna's advice. However, she didn't have

such clothes, so the two immediately set off for the mall. The newly

purchased clothes were unpacked and worn right away.

Camille, with her fair skin, tied her hair into a high ponytail. Wearing a

black camisole and a short skirt, she presented a stark contrast. Sienna

couldn't help but exclaim, “Indeed, if a person is good-looking,

everything looks good.”

Camille rarely wore such cool clothes. If it weren't to refute the gossip

journalist's post, she wouldn't have chosen this style. It's not that she

looked down on these clothes; she just didn't feel entirely comfortable

in them. She lacked confidence.

After leaving the mall, Camille went straight to Simpson Group, with

Sienna as her chauffeur.

At the company entrance, Camille pushed open the car door and got

out. She immediately noticed reporters lurking near Simpson Group. Of

course, she and Sienna had also enlisted someone, armed with a high-

definition camera capable of capturing every detail, even the presence

or absence of a mole.

Camille walked straight into the Simpson Group building after getting

out of the car. She frequented the place, and the employees at

Simpson Group knew her. Seeing her in this state today surprised

them, and someone even couldn't help but say, "Mrs. Simpson, you

look beautiful today!"

Camille smiled faintly, "Am I not beautiful on normal days?"

The person hurriedly replied, "You are, you are. It's just that I've never

seen this style before. It looks stunning today."

"Thank you. You look good too.” Camille looked at a girl with starry

eyes, finding her adorable. The smile at the corner of her mouth

deepened involuntarily.

Taking the elevator, Camille went straight to Ayan's office floor. Kian

was just about to enter the office to report when he saw Camille and

froze. His gaze immediately lowered, not daring to make eye contact.

He walked towards Camille, saying, "Mrs. Simpson!"

"Kian!" Camille nodded slightly. It had been a while since she last saw

Kian. She said, "You're back from your business trip? You should spend

more time with Yessica. It's not a solution to be too busy with work.

Allocate time to be with your girlfriend. Yessica may understand, but it

could lead to a strain in your relationship.”

Kian looked at Camille with a look of enlightenment and hurriedly

nodded, "Alright, Mrs. Simpson, I understand."

“I'm not trying to meddle in your relationship. It's just friendly advice.

Kian doesn't mind, right?"

"Of course, you're good to Yessica. Your words are naturally for

Yessica's benefit."

Kian whispered his thanks, then led Camille towards the office. He

opened the door for her and handed her the documents, saying, "Mrs.

Simpson, thank you."

Since Camille had arrived, he didn't need to go in. It wasn't something

particularly important, so letting Camille handle it might even earn him a

raise from Ayan as a commendation.

Camille took the documents without much thought. For her, it was just a

small favor, and she didn't dwell on it.

Entering the office, Ayan was reviewing documents, assuming it was

Kian who had come in.

Camille approached step by step, then handed the documents to Ayan,

saying, "Mr. Simpson, there's a document here that requires your

signature.”

The familiar voice of a woman echoed in Ayan's ears, and he had lifted

his head from the first syllable she uttered.

It surprised him that Camille had come, but what he didn't expect was

even more astonishing. There it was, right before his eyes, and his

gaze was filled with shock.

His eyes widened, staring unblinkingly at Camille. In a low, hoarse

voice, he asked, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Is it not nice?" she asked, looking at him.

Ayan had already risen from his office chair, strolling towards Camille.

The emotions in his eyes grew thicker. He reached out, pulling her into

his embrace. His voice, low and soft, murmured into her ear, “Do you

feel it?"

Camille was a bit slow, taking two or three seconds to grasp what he

meant. When she belatedly understood his words, her face instantly

flushed, and she felt extremely uneasy. She shifted uncomfortably,

whispering, "Keep your distance."

Of course, he wasn't willing to listen, fully convinced that Camille's

approach was deliberately teasing him.

"Missed me, didn't you?" he said.

Camille thought this person was abnormal.

She pushed him away with her hands, but he stood firm like a wall,

completely unyielding to any of her actions. She helplessly said, "Kian

asked you to sign the documents, so hurry up.”

Ayan's deep eyes continued to stare at her without blinking, direct and

unambiguous, not giving her any chance to evade.

The two locked eyes, the emotions at the bottom of their eyes

exceptionally dense. He said, "Really not missed me?"

The words sounded somewhat aggrieved, tugging at Camille's

heartstrings. She chuckled softly, "Alright, alright, I missed you. That's

why I came to see you. Happy now?"

Only then did Ayan reveal a satisfied smile. He casually tossed the

documents onto the desk, showing no intention of signing. Holding

Camille's hand, he walked towards the sofa. Unlike before, this time, he

directly pulled her into his arms and said, "Why the sudden change in

style?"

"Just wanted to try a different look."

"Don't wear it again next time, okay?"

"Why? Is it ugly? Someone just praised me for being beautiful!"

“It's precisely because it's too beautiful. I don't want others to see it.

Wear it at home. When it's just the two of us, you can wear whatever

style you want, okay?"

He lightly pinched Camille's chin, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.

Camille rarely heard him honestly express such requests, so she found

it a bit amusing. Camille lightly pursed her lips, chuckling, "Show me

how you'll behave!"

"How do you want me to behave?"

"Show me how good you can be to me."

"Am I not good enough to you now?"

"Well, not quite.” Camille honestly answered. It was already good, but

people are never satisfied. There's always a desire for better, never

settling for just enough.